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In the Garden of the Forking Stone Path
by John Marvin
A Waltz for Wittgen and Gertrude Steinway
Call me
calm mellen
climb up a ladder
white black white black white
white black white black white black white
and home an octave higher call me back
to exercises exercises we do me fa exercises
Anna lies is exorcizes
in le blanc blanc key of see sol fa across the sea
allegro allegretto Allegheny
down the Gulf Stream to calm the distant shores
mad line cut fine don’t forge it
assign design one stone French stone
da capo Christofori soft-loud step by step
and roll it up behind you.
Sign nature alpine black forest
climb from peak to cloudy peak
test chemical against geometrical lines
alkaline coastline dateline deadline guideline saline skyline
excepting decline incline recline leaning against
crystalline madeleine opaline sibylline or
so soft the soda shore
so loud the blue waves roar
as though the night and day
as though another way
recalls the white horizon
not the swerve the lean the strange attractor
where glisten reflecting facets of memory
where milky iridescence will foretell
where echoes of the moon calm every swell.
That’s my business isn’t it, what I wear?
Well, I don’t think so.
What you wear you can’t shut up.
So schildishly call about
what you wear in sign language
in finger signals in hand signals
in gestures in postures
with fingers hands and arms
with movements of the body
with many movements of the face
with broadway rhythm
gotta dance gotta dance
the forking pathillogical sine of the tines.
Waltzing in the trenches entwining signs
assigning everyone to read
confessing it was all wrong
confessing it was not to be believed
but believing in a code countersigned
in rooms flowing with arpeggios
broken duck or rabbit chords.
Now everybody—
a one and a two and a
climb every matter— er—ladder.
When he said he died happy was that a private joke?
It is obvious that “if a lion could talk we could not understand him”
is wrong because for all we know it’s lion talk.
a lie a lisp
a lone a last
a loved a long
a latter a litter
a letter a ladder
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